Berserk

About a dozen corpses of humans, elves, dwarves, and even gnomes lay strewn across the ground. It wasn't their deaths that had shocked the group, but the way that they'd been killed.

Each of the corpses was brutally dismembered, as if they'd been torn apart by feral beasts. Some had their limbs torn, while others had their heads cut off.

There were even some that had their stomachs and chests torn open and their innards exposed!

Such a cruel and vicious scene caused a chill to crawl up the kids' spines. No matter how many people they had killed, or how used to killing they were, this was still something unthinkable to them.

Atiel couldn't take it anymore and dropped to her knees, barfing. Daneli crouched down beside her and gently patted her back, trying to comfort her.

"Hehehe, oh, how tender and soft." A deep voice drifted into the group's ears. "Come here, little elf. Let me ravish you to my heart's content."